Raven Tilmitt sighed, eyes narrowing as she banged her door sealed. Her brother Rage, who was who Raven was slamming the door on, yelled.

"MOM! She's using her powers to lock me out again!" he hollered. Raven snickered.

"Later, Rage.. I don't have time to deal with Raven right now. You have powers too. Just concentrate hard, honey. Why not use them to help around the house?" Selphie called.

Rage grumbled and kicked Raven's door open.

"Trespasser. What is it you seek in my room?" snapped Raven. Raven was certainly a suiting name for her. She was tall and slender with eerie deep blue eyes and long, dark black, straight hair.

"Stop being so strange, Raven." scowled Rage. Raven gave him an evil just-leave-me-be look.

"If you are here to insult me," she said icily and smoothly, "Please, save your breath and comebacks for someone who will at least listen."

 Rage's face turned red. "

Please, let me continue my business and you your own." Persisted Raven. She looked away, as if she had no time for such nonsense.

"What exactly do you think you're doing?" Rage had his hands on his hips. He glared at his sister.

"I am drinking my herbal tea and begging you to move on. Please."

Raven stood up, now 5 foot 7 and towering over her brother. She was 17 and Rage was 15, but Raven was taller, thinner, and stronger. Rage was a mere 5 foot 2. Raven was dressed in her usual. A black long sleeved shirt, black jeans, black boots, and a black jacket. Her hair was in a nice, long, neat French braid. She was rather intimidating. Rage on the other hand wore nothing but neon colors and white tennis shoes. He was the most popular kid in high school. His sister was quite the opposite. Selphie Tilmitt poked her head in.

 "Under control, I presume?" she asked cheerfully.

She expected her kids to get along perfectly and be best friends. Yeah right. Like that would happen. As soon as their mother was well away, Raven narrowed her eyes. Familiar sign. Uh-oh. Rage backed off, eyes wide.

"Eviction notice." Said Raven calmly, telepathically picking her brother up by the collar of his bright orange shirt and throwing him, literally, out of her room. The door was locked, and despite how he tried, Rage couldn't get back in. He hadn't got to tell her. He'd just have to make sure she showed up himself.

`Raven closed her book. What had Rage wanted? She stood up, picking up her backpack, and heading off. Her vacation was over. Back to Balamb Garden for her. She looked around to make sure no one was looking, and summoned Bahaumut. Raven climbed gently onto his back. She had inherited this GF from her mother. It was her best friend. Of course, her only friends at all were her summons. She felt free, and yet the freedom was bitter, because she knew it would only last for a few sweet minutes.

Raven felt the crystal pendant under her shirt pulse gently and warmly. This crystal allowed her to talk with the GFs any time, even when they were not with her. It was her most prized possession. She lived daily with a horrible secret that tore at her heart and mind. No one knew. At least, no one human. Raven knew all her GFs could be deeply trusted. Her heart ached horribly. Her best friend, Odin, had died only a little while ago. Died protecting her. His last words to her gave her a tiny ray of hope that shimmered in her heart. It was all that kept her going in her misery as she hopped off Bahaumut, hugged him, and as he disappeared, walked off to the same familiar monotonous torture of Balamb Garden.